quicklog: patrick and connie gunster build a pool
[It was barely spring, not even summer, but damn it Connie wanted a pool. The hotdog stand was more of a success than she ever could have imagined and work with the facility was steady. She didn't have a house to pay off, no student loans to fret over, so disposable income went to three things: take out, male escorts and an above ground pool. She had walked into the above ground pool store, paid in cash and practically made those assholes over on Fancy-Pants street faint.
It was glorious.
So, okay, the Gunster abode. It was warm as it always was, a little messy and smelled like fresh baked cookies. There was a sign on the front door that said "BACKYARD". If he followed the direction, she was standing in the middle of the slightly green grass, holding a blue print in front of her. Dad's shed? Was noticeably gone. That's where the pool was going.
Connie's white hair had left between the time she last saw her brother, so she was a little nervous about that. Now it was a dirty blonde, something close to what it had been when they were growing up. But, the rest of her was familiar. She wore a Space Jam tank top, bright red glasses and sweats that had seen better days.]